"O-oh! I should probably tie my hair up..." Siglos murmured, more to himself than anyone else. He took out the hair band Jeanne had given him...a time which seemed like a lifetime ago, before gingerly, grasping his ashen locks, maneuvering part of his hair into a ponytail behind him. It wasn't the most...prim, hairstyle, but he seemed to like it like this, constricting his hair just enough so that it would not get into his eyes, while still allowing much of it to drape across his cheeks, his pointed ears partially obscured within the curtains.
After that was finished, he grasped his traveling cloak, gingerly pulling the hood up so that it obscured part of his upper face. Unlike previously...he bore no scent rings around his fingers, though the floral scent that often followed in his wake still radiated from his body. An aftereffect of the soap he used, presumably.
"...A-alright...now that we're both ready..." He said softly. Gingerly, he moved through the doorway, rounding the hall and walking down to the main floor, assuming Sylvia followed him.